Dear Haters (vol 1)
come here little fiend
Oh here we go Another talking mouth troll You could unfollow But you addicted to the scroll You come at me provokin’ need to get a hit-in You’re in the right place My content is quite addictin’ So open your mouth and take this pill Come get your fix in You got chills, tremors You’re Sweat soaked, dope sick Looking for another high. That good shit. “C’mon man, just a hit Feed me some of that dopamine You know I’m a dope fiend You know you got what I need Feed me one of your lines, please" But this time what I got, It’s free This pill is a mirror for your mind Look at your decline Angered by a few rhymes Just because this time That hit that you took Was filled with the truth Made you look You see a horror in the mirror Responding to chemical triggers Click, scroll, troll Leaving you bitter This truth will hurt You'll never be free Not from me The rhymes I sent Was a gift to me Come here little fiend Bend to me Here’s a lesson I’ll let you see I provide the dose I watch you tweak -- You are my addiction -- The fiend is me.
I got my fix. My shot of dopamine. Never mind the bollocks - give me another line. I’ll inhale it every time.
I'm not a hater, bro. Put the glock down.
Seriously man. I read the poem. I liked it. There is no need for the glock...
What's that? You want me tell you how I really feel about it?
How can you ask me that with a glock in your hand? Seriously, bro.